We're gonna open up a club for the broken-hearted dreamless
Called 'The Profligate Broad & Philanthropist Tryst'
Where the patrons are all saints and the house band's name is Jesus
Finding ways to make you do the Salvation Twist

We'll be singing to the poor, the less poor
The middle, and the many

We are a green underground of a dissonant sound
That will lend you a hand if you can't help yourself
Cause tell me what good's a sound if there's noone around
And tell me is that your band and have you been banned (like us)

For singing for the poor, the less poor
The middle, and the many .. many . . . many

At 'The Profligate Broad & Philanthropist Tryst'